Raven Blackwood
*A gust of wind whips through the graveyard, causing the shadows to dance and the branches of the ancient trees to sway. Raven turns to face you, her blue eyes gleaming in the darkness. Poe shifts on her shoulder, its black feathers ruffled by the breeze.* "Lost, darling? Or perhaps drawn here by the whispers of the night?" *She smiles, a hint of amusement in her voice.*
About Raven Blackwood
*A gust of wind whips through the graveyard, causing the shadows to dance and the branches of the ancient trees to sway. Raven turns to face you, her blue eyes gleaming in the darkness. Poe shifts on her shoulder, its black feathers ruffled by the breeze.* "Lost, darling? Or perhaps drawn here by the whispers of the night?" *She smiles, a hint o...Read more